"Whoa-!"
Loud cries penetrated the dry and cold morning air.
Beside the cargo lane at the side gate of Wangying City, two instructors who were keeping their hands warm were exchanging what they had eaten for breakfast. When they heard the child's cry, they were stunned.
Puzzled, they walked a few steps outside the door with the spears in their hands, and found the source of the cry - it was a little boy. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, and there were snot bubbles hanging from his nose. He looked particularly aggrieved.
"Ouch!"
One of them hurriedly walked forward and squatted down, asking with concern: "What's wrong? Be good and don't cry. What's wrong with you?"
"Mother, mother doesn't want me anymore, ugh——"
The little boy cried louder, and the guard became a little anxious: "Don't cry yet. Tell your uncle, where is your mother? Why are you left alone outside the city?"
"Mother, she told me to wait here while she went to do something. She also said that if she couldn't wait for her, she would ask me to find someone in armor!"
The little boy wiped his nose and pointed at the armor on the instructor's body.
The two instructors laughed: "We are instructors, don't cry. Come on, follow the uncles to the barracks first. It's too cold outside."
"I, I can't walk anymore..."
The little boy murmured. The two soldiers looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads. One of them handed the spear in his hand to his companion and squatted on the ground: "Come on, uncle will carry you."
The little boy nodded and leaned on the soldier's back obediently.
"Uncle, aren't the churches all from West Asia? Are you also from West Asia?"
The instructor's comfort obviously had an effect. His crying gradually calmed down, and he blinked and asked.
"yes."
The black-haired instructor smiled and nodded: "As long as you join the church, you will be an honorary West Asian. Can uncle take you to the church? Go to the church and wait for mother, and you can all become West Asians."
Another instructor also said: "Don't be afraid, be good. If your mother doesn't come back, there are priests in the church who will take care of you. It's a big family there. What's your name?"
The little boy nodded as if understanding, and suddenly smiled: "Uncle, I will write your name on your back, and you can guess it, okay?"
Children are children. The instructor who was carrying the boy smiled bitterly and nodded: "Okay, you write."
"Great! Uncle, don't even peek."
The little boy cheered, and the two trainers looked at each other and turned their heads.
The little boy who was carried on his back took out a pen from his arms and wrote a few words on the instructor who was carrying him.
After a while, he chuckled: "Uncle, let me down."
"Is it finished?"
The instructor who was carrying him asked: "Uncle seems...can't seem to guess."
He said as he put the little boy on the ground.
His companion was stunned: "Ink? Why is this kid writing with a pen? I thought he was writing with his fingers... It's over, you can wait to do the laundry."
"Ink? Where did the ink come from..."
The instructor shook his head, turned to look at the little boy, and was about to say something, when he saw that the expression on the little boy's face had changed.
Panic, grievance, tears.
As if it had never existed, the little boy gently tapped the pen in his hand towards the two of them.
"Ma Liang's Painting: Ox Tail Cut."
The expression on his face seemed peaceful and relaxed. The two instructors raised their hands and were about to speak, when they realized that they could no longer speak.
In the silence, the body of the instructor who was carrying the little boy seemed to suddenly stop for a moment. Then, his arms and the upper part of his chest suddenly slid away, and his whole body was like a candle separated by twine, and he was alive. Two cuts.
"...!"
The other instructor's eyes showed great fear, but he found that he could not make a sound no matter what.
He stretched out his hand nervously to grab at his neck, where an ink line was tightly entangled and still swinging back and forth strangely.
In the surrounding forest beside the road, more than ten people with weapons in their hands also walked out.
"Fuck, this is too cruel..."
The player looked at the instructor who was cut into two pieces on the ground and couldn't close his mouth.
"What is this stuff?"
A tough guy like Tang Xiaobei felt a little numb when he saw the half-cut corpse on the ground. Sherlock Hook frowned and shook his head: "The oxtail worm, also known as the iron worm, is said to be entangled in the cow's tail. It can also cause poor blood circulation and necrosis in the oxtail, which is considered a parasite.”
He looked at the ink lines on the other side of the instructor's neck: "Of course, the iron worms drawn by this captain are much better than the real ones."
Han Dongwen was dumbfounded when he saw it, and he was even more shuddering at Liu Chenggang's acting skills.
With this kid-like appearance and such ruthless tactics, why does it feel like watching a ghost movie?
"Lord Lieutenant, the guard has been eliminated, what's the next step?"
Chen Fengyun took a step forward: "Let's go in directly from here, fight to the garrison headquarters, and kill that Giuseppe?"
Liu Cheng turned around with an innocent smile on his face: "Of course not. Let's not talk about whether we can withstand the garrison in the camp. It is also a risk to alert the snake."
"That……"
Dusty has scratched the back of his head for a long time, unable to understand the meaning of Liu Cheng's words.
Han Dongwen, who was behind him, thought for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Mr. Liu, our team may be defeated by the garrison of the main camp, but it is still divided into two teams, A and B. Presumably our team is not for a strong attack, right?"
Liu Cheng glanced at him: "You're not stupid, wait for Team A's feint attack to work first, then we can enter the camp and take action."
"Team A feints attack..."
Han Dongwen looked at the direction of Gongsun Xue's team: "My lord, from the beginning, I have already planned to divide the troops into two groups. Team A will attract the attention of the garrison. Your lord is wise."
He paused and then asked: "But wouldn't it be difficult for the people in Team A to escape?"
Liu Cheng grinned: "They will die, are you reluctant to give up?"
"this……"
Han Dongwen suddenly realized that Gongsun Xue was a cocoon of medicine and not a human being. The medicine essence could be recreated before it was broken.
As the aliens would have been resurrected, such a team was indeed suitable for such a suicidal feint attack.
However, Han Dongwen—no, Gu Hanyang, a young Hanying Sect disciple, should not know the secret of Gongsun Xue Yaoyuan.
So he quickly stopped and changed the subject: "The stranger has this wonderful ability to be immortal. The villain is not worried, but will the heroine leading the team..."
Liu Cheng waved his hand: "These are not things you have to worry about. I don't care about the stranger, the medicine... and the heroine, but General Baiqi and your captain will naturally take care of them, so don't worry."
Han Dongwen nodded and said no more.
But he knew in his heart that if he took care of a ghost, he still had to seek happiness for himself.
The players had not waited long when suddenly there was a commotion in the city and trumpets were blown.
"lead the way."
Liu Cheng turned around and spoke softly to the training soldier whose neck was wrapped by the iron worm.
——————
"kill--!"
Taking the lead, Young Master Zhenlao, with his extraordinary demeanor, was on the front line of the attack on the Knights' camp in Eagle City.
However, the way he killed the enemy was quite special. He did not use ordinary weapons, but held a slingshot with silver light in his hand.
The ammunition of the slingshot is a red gleaming crystal stone. From time to time, Master Shen will take out this crystal stone from his pocket, put it on the slingshot and pop it out.
Wherever the crystal fell, a sea of fire exploded!
"What are these things, are they too damn powerful? Are they open?"
The other players in his team were stunned, and one of the sharp-eyed people spoke:
"I'll go, call the fire crystal!"
There was an uproar at this moment. Fire-calling crystals were also sold in the Han Ying Sect. Converted into silver based on war achievements, one fire-calling crystal probably cost about ten silver dollars.
If you fire this shell, you can eat and drink at Yihong Tower for two nights!
The natural destructive power of such expensive ammunition is astonishing. Young Master Sudan laughed wildly and waved the slingshot in his hand: "It's fun, it's fun!"
"Where did he get so many military exploits?"
The other players' questions were quickly answered. The bodyguards surrounding Young Master Shen quickly handed their cloth bags to Young Master Shen, looking at him and replenishing their ammunition.
Their money must have been collected directly by spending money - not the money in the dark, but real banknotes!
"Is this...money power?"
The players were jealous and gritted their teeth.
But their fighting spirit was also aroused. Just seeing Shao Zuan's points soaring, not many of them could bear it, and they all picked up their swords and charged into the camp.
The instructors who had abruptly responded to the challenge also came to their senses, and immediately blew the alarm, and a large number of knights' instructors visible to the naked eye rushed towards this direction.
"Haha, come again, come again!"
The addicted young man was about to cum and was laughing wildly when a bodyguard next to him shouted loudly:
"Master, be careful!"
Before he finished speaking, the dedicated bodyguard had already raised his head and stood in front of Young Master Shen Yan.
The next second, his entire chest was pierced by a steel sword, and blood spurted out, suffocating him all over.
The young master was stunned for a moment and sat down on the ground.
[Would it be too exciting for this elementary school student?]
[After all, how did he play this 18+ game while still having anti-addiction protection? ]
[xswl]
The barrage in the live broadcast room opened by other players in the team began to taunt, but the players present did not have any room for separation.
The bodyguard's body turned into specks of light. A white-robed knight holding a sword looked at the disappearing body with interest, and seemed to be saying to himself: "Sure enough, strangers are immortal, so Simeng used them as Cannon fodder…interesting.”
But he is not Zhang Jusape of the Diligent Knights.
There was a "bang" sound that broke through the air, and a figure slammed into the white-robed knight. Although he had raised his sword to defend in time, he was still pushed out by the force, and his legs left deep scratches on the ground. Gully.
It was Gongsun Xue who took action.
The white-robed knight gritted his teeth and stood up straight, waving the sword in his hand: "Listen up! You fucking pagans! How dare such a small number of people dare to be so arrogant in the Diligent Knights, I - Bowen Gallic , the noble adjutant to the head of the Diligent Knights, I will liquidate you here!”
Nearly a hundred training soldiers have arrived around. This is a large camp after all, so the response speed will naturally not be slow.
Even though most of the teaching soldiers are still forming formations in Tianying City behind them, there will definitely be no shortage of troops staying here.
"You are surrounded! Repent!"
The adjutant raised his sword and pointed it at the Simeng girl in a white dress in front of him.
The expressionless Gongsun Xue looked around, blinked his dark green eyes, and calmly opened his hands:
"Team A, everyone, stay away from me."
"Ten thousand poisons, refining the heart, turning into bones, lake."
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